Emmy stared at the clothes in her closet and picked her outfit carefully. Tonight’s demand was for a conservative, yet elegant look and the reminder that it would likely be the last time she would wear the outfit. Alexander wouldn’t force her to have sex, in fact he might not even touch her sexually. But the fact that the outfit would not be repeated suggested rough play and she welcomed that.

It had been nearly a month since he had penetrated her or allowed her to have an orgasm. She realized that she could take care of herself. How would he know? But he would know somehow. He always seemed to sense when she had touched herself. So, she followed his rules and left herself frustrated. He reminded her that this would not be an excuse to act bitchy. If she was truly devoted to him, she would do whatever he asked with joy in her heart. So, she never expressed unhappiness at being denied an orgasm. When he eventually let her cum, it was always mind-blowing.

He was married and was therefore available only when his wife traveled. He never spent the night with her in case his wife should return home unexpectedly. But he would occasionally stay into the wee hours of the morning and she relished those times immensely.

She looked in the mirror one last time. She looked like a teacher or a librarian, she thought. No one would suspect that she was a submissive pain slut.

How had all of this started?

She thought back to six months ago. She was lonely and depressed after being dumped by a man who told her she was a sick degenerate for wanting him to use a crop on her ass. She had thought he was the one for her, so she let her guard down and let her inner freak girl come out to play. She would never forget the look of disgust in his eyes. She thought he’d be turned on. Here she had offered to let him dominate her, and he had called her twisted and perverted. She was devastated. “That kind of activity is for sluts and whores Emmy. I can’t be with a woman like that. What would my mother think?”

What kind of man thinks he needs to share what he does with his woman in the bedroom with his mother?

She realized the likelihood of finding a significant other who would give her what she needed was unlikely to ever happen. So, during a moment of weakness and craving to be touched in ways that made no sense to her logical brain, she had answered an ad:

Professional male in search of a professional female, looking to push her boundaries. I am looking for a long-term situation, not a relationship, but not a one-night stand. You must be willing to meet on short notice and on a regular basis. I am drug and disease free and expect the same from you. Please reply with your name and age and put I AM WILLING in the subject line. Are you ready to experience something different? I am married and love my wife, but I have dark needs that go beyond what she would be willing to do. What are you willing to do? How far will you let me go?

She wrote:

My name is Emmy. I am 27 years old and I have long red hair and blue eyes. I am petite and curvy. I am willing to let you go as far as you like. I’m sure I can fulfill your dark needs because I crave the kind of touch that I believe you are offering. I am willing to play by your rules and while I can’t say that I have no limits whatsoever, I have very few and I think they are reasonable. We can discuss these when we meet. Please let me know if you think I am what you are looking for.

Alexander Mallick smiled as he read her email. He found it telling that she had said what you are looking for instead of who. He originally placed the ad after his long-time pain slut moved away, leaving him with no outlet for what he thought of as his dark needs. He met with multiple women, looking for the right fit. There was one who he’d been semi successful with several months prior, until he forced the issue of wanting her nipples and clit pierced. He could have just let that go, but for some reason he needed to look at her and see that he owned her. So, he was looking again and here was what sounded like the perfect slut.

He made love that night to his wife and while he emptied his seed deep inside her, he pictured himself cumming on the face of the red-haired girl.

The next morning, he answered her email:

Yes, I think you sound perfect. I want to meet you in a restaurant where you will be quite safe. We can talk and see if you are the pain slut I am looking for.

So, she took a chance and agreed to meet him for drinks. The first thing she noticed was that he was ridiculously handsome. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes that seemed to stare deep into her soul. It was unnerving yet titillating.

“What exactly are you looking for?” she asked him at their first meeting, her body feeling almost electrified.

“When I make love to my wife, I am a tender lover. I kiss her passionately, I woo her, and we make love for hours. It’s romantic and lovely for both of us. I love her very much and will never leave her. I’m not looking for a relationship. But I have dark needs, needs that I would never even consider asking her to fulfill. I’m looking for someone who can fulfill those darker needs,” he explained.

“What kind of darker needs?” she asked, speaking barely above a whisper.

“Nothing disgusting or illegal,” he assured her. “Beyond that, I want a body to use without limits.”

Her head thought not a chance, but her traitorous pussy was dripping.

“I’m willing to see if I can meet your needs. However, since you are being a bit vague as to what these needs are, specifically, I will only commit to once. If, after that, it seems to be a good fit, we can discuss more,” she said bravely.

He raised an eyebrow, as she shouldn’t be the one calling the shots, but he let it pass. He supposed he couldn’t expect her to just fall in line when he wouldn’t give her specific examples of what he wanted to do to her; no, needed to do to her.

For their first session, he asked her to show up at a restaurant wearing nothing but an overcoat and heels.

At the restaurant he ordered them both a glass of wine. She didn’t care for red wine, but she drank it anyway. She was reluctant to disappoint him for some reason. She wasn’t sure why that mattered.

“In private I expect you to react to what we do. You can moan, scream, cry, beg, whatever strikes you as your honest reaction. In public, I need you to show me you can be stoic,” he said sternly.

“I can be stoic,” she assured him.

“Good,” he replied, “let’s test that theory, shall we?”

She didn’t flinch when he dipped his fingers in the wine and the reached under the table to insert those fingers into her wet pussy.

She didn’t react when he added a third finger and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

She managed to stifle a scream when he reached inside the coat and pinched her left nipple so hard that she was sure it would be bruised tomorrow.

“Very impressive,” he said. “You please me greatly. Let’s go. I want to do things to you that would get us thrown out of the restaurant,” he mused.

He left money for the bill and took her by the hand. As she got out of the booth, a lucky busboy got a peek of her bare pussy. He blushed crimson when Alexander winked knowingly at him.

When they got to the parking lot, she insisted that she would follow him in her own car. He was annoyed, but then thought if it was his wife, he’d want her to be safe. Then again, it wouldn’t be his wife. She was the purest woman he knew. She’d never meet a strange man and entertain having sex with him like a common street whore. Which is why he would never even consider showing her what he considered to be his dark side.

He hoped this woman would be suitable. The last woman had told him to shove it up his ass when he told her he wanted her to get her nipples and clit pierced for him. He hadn’t considered it such a ridiculous request, considering that she obliged him whenever he clamped those delicious parts of her. She enjoyed the pain, so he was puzzled when she was vehemently opposed to the piercings. He would ask this woman up front if she would do so, before he got attached to her. But he’d wait until after the session. It had been a long time since he had fulfilled this need and his cock ached for the kind of pleasure only this could bring.

When they arrived at his apartment, the one he used for what he termed fuckery, he got out of his car and directed her where to park. When they stepped inside the door, he could tell she was frightened a little when he put the chain on door.

“Don’t be afraid my dear. I have no intentions of doing anything that you don’t ask me to do,” he assured her.

She was surprised by that comment.

“Take off your coat Emily and let me see your magnificent body,” he commanded.

“My name is Emmy,” she said as she slipped the coat down off her shoulders.

“As you like,” he responded, mildly annoyed.

He could see the bruise already forming on her left breast from the harsh twist he’d given her nipple. He hadn’t meant to mark her without her permission. But she didn’t seem fazed by the purple hue that made her tit look fucking delicious to him. He could feel his cock growing. She was going to be delightful; he could tell.

“I’m sorry about the bruise,” he remarked casually.

“It’s not a problem,” she answered honestly. Truth be told, it made her wet when she saw the mark he’d left on her. She found herself hoping there would be more marks like this before the night was over.

He wasted no time with small talk. “What do you like to be called in the heat of the moment when you are about to cum?” he asked her bluntly.

“Slut,” fell out of her mouth. There was no taking it back.

“So, you would like me to call you slut when you are about to come?” he clarified.

She stammered, “I’m… yeah, sure, that works.”

“Good, I will call you slut, as you requested. I think the name suits you. If this evening goes as well as I hope, would you like a collar?” he inquired.

More wetness. “Yes, please,” she found herself saying.

“Beg me for it,” he said abrasively.

“Please, I want you to give me a collar,” she found herself genuinely begging.

“Perfect,” he said. “I will get you a collar that has your name on it. Slut is your name now in private. When we are in public, I will call you Emily.”

“My name isn’t Emily,” she corrected, “it’s Emmy.”

“Well, be that as it may, I will call you Emily in public. Emmy sounds like a child’s name and I don’t fuck children. So, you will be Emily from now on with me,” he said harshly.

“Yes, of course,” she said submissively. It was hard to argue with his logic.

“So, my sweet slut. If you were in charge, what would you ask me to do to you?” he asked, curious to know how she would answer.

There were so many possibilities of things she would enjoy, but the words that came out of her mouth were, “fuck my ass.”

He raised an eyebrow as his cock sprung to life. He said nothing. He simply began to undress and asked, “What you would like me to lube up your ass with?”

He caught her off guard. This was all happening faster than she anticipated, “Um, I don’t know.”

“Emily,” he said crossly, “if you are going to be my slut, you need to learn not stammer. Make a decision when I allow you to. Otherwise you might not like what I choose. Since you didn’t know, you’ll get my saliva. Bend over so I can spit on your ass, slut.”

Her pussy was hot, wet, and needy. God, this was exactly what she hoped for. A man who knew how to take charge; one who could see that she needed to be submissive and compliant.

She bent over with her ass pointed toward him. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, so her tight hole opened slightly. Then he spat in the hole a few times and pushed the saliva around with his thumb.

“Beg me to fuck your ass if you really want it. Otherwise, you can just blow me and go home,” he said crassly.

Her entire body felt like it was humming. “Please Alexander! Please fuck my ass!”

He growled as his hand came down on her ass cheek, spanking her hard. She cried out, startled.

“You will never call me by name in private. You may only call me Alexander in public. When we are in private you will address me as Sir or My Lord. Do you understand?” he shouted.

“Yes, My Lord,” she said, a slight hitch in her voice. Hot tears threatened to spill as she regained her composure.

“Now what do you want from me, slut?”

“Please fuck my ass, Sir!” she begged.

“Shall I fuck it slow and easy or hard and fast? The choice is yours. I’m happy to fuck it either way,” he said, toying with her.

“Please Sir, My Lord, please fuck my ass hard and fast!”

“Are you sure slut?” he asked. “Once I get going, it will be rough and likely painful. I’m happy to fuck your ass gently instead.”

“No, please Sir, I beg you, fuck it roughly,” she pleaded.

“So, I should thrust my cock into your tight asshole and ram it in and out fast like a jackhammer?” he confirmed, making sure she understood what he was about to do to her.

“Yes, please Sir!”

“Whatever my slut wants, she gets,” he said decadently.

He spat on her ass again and rubbed the saliva around with his thumb. Then he pulled her ass cheeks apart and positioned his hard shaft at the tight entrance. He thrust his cock into the hilt, and she screamed.

“Do you still want it hard and fast slut?” he asked, giving her one last chance to change her mind. This was only pleasurable for him if she admitted to wanting it rough.

“Yes! Please, Sir!” she begged again.

Alexander grabbed onto her hips and fucked her ass hard and fast and deep, spanking her as he did so. It felt so fucking good to be ramming into such a tight hole. He pictured himself fucking his sweet innocent wife like this and it sent him close to the edge.

“Beg me, Serena!” he cried out.

She was confused for a moment. Perhaps he’d forgotten her name already? But she did as he asked, and she begged.

“Yes, Serena beg me, beg me to rip your ass apart with my cock!” he screamed. And with that, he came violently in her ass.

After he pulled out of her ass and told her to get on her knees and suck him clean, she obeyed without hesitation. Yes, she was the perfect slut, indeed.

“Do you want to cum slut?” he asked her, feeling generous.

“Yes, please Sir,” she answered softly, looking down to the floor.

“Then lay on the bed and spread your legs, cunt!” he said harshly. “Quickly, before I change my mind and leave you frustrated.”

He took four fingers and rammed them into her pussy. She moaned as he did so, her arousal so great that it took less than a minute to make her cum. She sprayed her juices on his hand as she cried out, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for making me cum!”

He slapped her pussy hard and said, “Go shower, you smell like a well-used whore.”

Her body ached from use, and the hot water felt marvelous, but Emmy showered swiftly, not wanting to displease Alexander. When she came back out of the bathroom, trying quickly to towel dry her hair, she said, “May I ask you a question Sir?”

“Yes, of course,” he said as he fixed himself a drink.

Emmy noticed the bottle of water he had placed on the table for her and took a few gulps to rehydrate. Then she asked, “Who is Serena?”

His eyes became dark and angry. He looked like he might strike her but, fortunately, he was across the room.

“Never speak her name! Serena is my wife and the mother of my children. She is perfect, innocent and sweet; my delicate vanilla flower. You, my dear, are a dirty slut. You begged a stranger to fuck your ass hard, and then thanked me for ramming my hand into your cunt like a common street whore to make you cum.”

Tears stung Emmy’s eyes. When Alexander looked at her, and realized that he may have gone too far, he added, “And, you are perfect at fulfilling my dark needs. Will you meet me again? Please? I want you to be my slut. I will never do anything to you that you don’t beg for. You enjoy pain, and I can provide that for you in unlimited quantities. We need each other, Emily. Say yes.”

“Yes,” she answered in a voice barely above a whisper.

“You must choose a safe word. While I enjoyed using you roughly, it occurred to me that you need to be able to call it off if you can’t handle the pain,” he explained.

“I can handle the pain,” she said defiantly.

“Yes, you most certainly can, and did so delightfully,” he continued. “Still, it’s important that you have a safe word. I won’t touch you again without one. So, before our next session, be sure to think of one that works for you and let me know what it is.”

She put her coat back on and started toward the door.

He should say something. He didn’t want her to think he was a total dick. She might change her mind about coming back.

“Emily,” he said softly. “you really are perfect for this role. Thank you for agreeing to be my slut.”

Emmy just nodded and left.

The second session started a week later with Alexander making sure to explain the ground rules to Emmy.

“First of all, I want to thank you for coming back. You were spectacular during our first session and I am looking forward to many more sessions because of your incredible performance,” he said in a perfunctory manner.

“Second, I need to tell you what things are off-limits as far as I am concerned. I have no desire to engage in scat, so do not ever ask me to shit in or on you. Also, while I may from time to time bring in others to use and play with you, it will never be anyone underage, nor will we involve animals of any kind.”

He continued, “You must share your safe word with me so that I know what it is, and you will use it when the pain gets too intense. It’s never my intention to hurt you in ways that you don’t enjoy. The enjoyment I get comes not in the inflicting of pain but, rather, the reaction you have to the pain. If you are unable to enjoy it, what’s the point? Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Finally, you may never mention my wife’s name again. If I make the mistake in the heat of the moment and call out her name, you are to ignore it and act like it didn’t happen. I will say only this, Serena is the perfect wife and mother. I love her and cannot bear the thought of performing any of these depraved acts with her. So, you will be her surrogate for my dark needs,” he said firmly. “Do you have any questions before we begin?”

“Yes, I need to hear three examples of what your dark needs are before I agree to stay. It’s only fair, Sir,” she stated, rather than asked.

He grimaced, realized that she had a right to know what to expect.

“Fair enough, slut,” he agreed. “l will give you your three examples. First, I need a slut to beg me to clamp her nipples. Next, I need a slut to beg me to whip and flog her ass and cunt. And, finally, I need a slut to beg me to use electro stimulation devices on her. Since, during the first session, you begged me to fuck your ass roughly, it’s clear I enjoy that as well.”

“May I speak freely, Sir?” she asked. She was pushing her luck, she realized, but she needed to know; to understand.

He sighed impatiently, but agreed, “Yes, I will indulge you for a few moments more, Emily.”

“So, if I am understanding the clearly. Your dark needs aren’t necessarily the inflicting of pain, but needing to have me beg for this pain to be inflicted?” she asked, looking to clarify, and to help herself figure out why she might be so driven to allowing him to take control of her.

He looked at her gratefully. She was a very astute woman. And, while it would seem that a slow minded woman would make a better slut, having an intelligent one would make this all the more exciting.

“You understand me quite well, slut. Now, tell me three things I should know about your needs,” he inquired, genuinely wanting to know more about this fascinating woman he would be using.

“Fair enough. I enjoy pain, not because I like it, but because it turns me on to want it. I’m not sure if that makes sense,” she replied.

“It does, yes. Continue please.”

“I cannot allow myself to be marked in places that will be seen by others in my real-life world. So, while a slap on the face is ok, it’s not ok to leave marks or bruises on it. Likewise marks on my ass, pussy, tits, back, stomach, and inner thighs are not a problem, but my arms and my legs from the knees down are off limits,” she explained.

“Understandable. And?”

“And, you may not cut or damage my hair in any way,” she said looking him in the eyes, as if daring him to disagree.

“That seems like a reasonable request,” he responded.

“It’s not a request. It’s a deal breaker.”

“Semantics, of course, my slut. I shall have no trouble honoring your requests,” he said, insisting on using that word. He couldn’t say why he found the tempestuous look in her eyes so erotic at the moment. “I have one more requirement. I would like your nipples and your clit to be pierced,”

Emmy hesitated.

Alexander felt this perfect situation slipping through his fingers. Did he want her enough to accept if she said no? But before he could retract his statement, she said, in a voice barely audible, “Yes, Sir.”

His cock twitched. He pushed his luck. “Wonderful! During the next session I shall pierce your nipples and the following session I will pierce your clit. I don’t want you sore in both regions all at once.”

She just nodded, wondering why the idea of letting this man, whom she barely knew, put holes in her private parts was making her pussy swell and drip. God she really was a slut! Well, if she was going to be a pain slut, why not embrace it to the fullest.

“Sir, you may certainly do as you wish. But if you prefer to do all the piercing at one time, it won’t be a problem for me,” she said, as she felt her pussy quiver with lust.

With his cock almost at full bulge, he said, “That would be more convenient, thank you for being so accommodating. You are truly perfect for me, Emily.”

With that he moved toward her. He took her into an embrace and whispered into her ear, “You make me so hard, my sweet little slut. I have two gifts for you.”

He handed her two boxes. She opened the first to find a leather collar with the word SLUT on it.

“It’s your name now, slut, so you will wear this with pride when we are together in private. By wearing my collar, you are acknowledging that I own you and that you will be obedient and submissive to me in all ways. Do you like it?” he asked, feeling suddenly very vulnerable.

“Yes, Sir,” she said. “Thank you, Sir.” She took a deep breath and realized she was going completely into uncharted territory. She was a collared slave; an owned slut. Her body hummed with excitement!

She opened the second box. It was a lovely silver necklace with a Celtic looking infinity knot.

“You will wear this necklace always. It is meant to be a discreet collar. You will wear it so that you are always cognizant of the fact that you belong to me; you are my collared slut, my property, mine,” he said, emphasizing each word to drive the point home.

“It’s beautiful,” Emmy said. “Thank you, Sir. I will wear both collars with pride. I am excited to belong to you, Sir. I am committed to becoming everything you need me to be.” She had jumped in with both feet, and she felt happier than she had in a very long time.

He kissed her forehead. “Such a good girl! Tell me, slut. What do you want me to do to you for this session? What pain have you been secretly desiring since we last met? Be sure to start your sentence with Sir, I would beg you to...”

“Sir, I would beg you to twist my nipples,” she replied, eyes lowered.

“Delightful! Now tell me why,” he demanded. He needed her reason to be more than pleasing or obeying him. She had to want it for him to become stimulated.

Emmy blushed. “When I went home last week and saw the bruise you left on my left breast, it made me incredibly aroused. I masturbated and came very hard. Sir, I would beg you to twist my nipples hard so that I may enjoy seeing more bruising this week.”

“I am happy to oblige you, my slut. However, from now on, you are no longer allowed to masturbate without my approval,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Her eyes flew open wide and she was about to argue. But at that moment, he was putting the SLUT collar on her, reminding that she was agreeing to this ownership. He would be in charge of her body now. So, she bit her bottom lip and simply nodded.

“Emily, before we begin the session, I need to ask one thing. Why did you answer the ad? You are lovely to look at. You have a quick mind. You surely could get any man you wanted. And yet here you are becoming a collared slut to a man who offers you nothing but kinky sex, pain, and dominance. Why?” He hadn’t meant to ask her; he shouldn’t care why. But the words had been spoken, so he sat back and waited for her answer.

“May I speak freely, Sir?”

He nodded.

“I did have a man and I thought we were in love. The sex was great, but I found myself craving more. I admitted to him that I wanted him to whip my ass with a crop I had purchased. He called me disgusting, perverted, and sick. I was so ashamed. After he left, I decided I would keep that part of me locked away. I would never again put myself in the position of feeling like that. Then, after months of masturbating to porn vids of women being whipped, I saw your ad and took a chance.”

He tried not to notice that his heart broke a little when a single tear rolled down her cheek. He wondered if her quest for physical pain was an attempt to numb the emotional pain this man had inflicted upon her heart. For a moment he wanted to hold her, although he knew he shouldn’t. Well fuck it, I’m in charge, he thought. I can do what I want with my slut.

He took her into his arms and held her closely. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “He was a fool. Any man who doesn’t understand the gift you were trying to give him is simply not good enough for you, Emily.”

Then he reached down and took each nipple between a thumb and a forefinger and said, “Beg me slut. Beg me to twist these delicious nipples and bruise these beautiful tits.”

Emmy felt the hum return to her body.

“Please, Sir, my Lord, please twist my nipples hard. I want to feel your ownership and see the signs of it on my breasts,” she said, pleading.

“Beg more, I need to know you want this slut. I won’t mark you for my own sake. You need to convince me of your need,” he said tersely.

“Please, Sir, please twist my nipples hard. Please I beg you!” When he just stood there just holding her nipples gently in his fingers, she remembered how she was supposed to beg.

“Please, Sir, I would beg you to twist my nipples hard enough to bruise my tits,” she implored.

With that, he pinched down hard and rotated them a full 360 degrees. Emmy came instantly, her pussy squirting on Alexander’s knee, surprising them both. He released her nipples and threw her down on the bed. His control was obliterated as he demanded, already on top of her, “Beg me to fuck you, slut!”

“Please, Sir, I would beg you to fuck me!” she cried out and he obliged her with intense thrusting of his rigid shaft into her hot, wet cunt. As he fucked her, he cried out “Yes, my sweet little whore, take my cock!” She came hard as he continued fucking her until he exploded deep inside her.

He collapsed on her and tried to regain his composure. His breath was ragged and his heartbeat wild.

“Fuck!” He said sharply, as he removed his cum-covered prick from her well-fucked hole.

He rolled off her and stood up. He started to pace, and he ran his hand through his hair.

He hadn’t meant to fuck her. He never vaginally penetrated a slut with his penis. That was supposed to be strictly for Serena. Who was this red-haired vixen that made him lose control? How could she have tempted him that easily? He wasn’t sure if he was mad at her or at himself. He looked at her and saw bewilderment and a little fear in her eyes.

“I shouldn’t have cum in you. Please tell me that you are on the pill,” he said, panicking a little.

“Yes, of course. So, I didn’t displease you?” She asked timidly.

Now it was his turn to be dumbfounded.

“No, you certainly didn’t displease me. You bewitched me, perhaps. But, if my orgasm was any indication, pleasure was most certainly had. Emily don’t expect me to fuck you again. And don’t try to get inside my head. We’re done here. You should get dressed and go. I will come to your apartment for our next session. That way you will be in your own bed when I pierce you, in case the pain is greater than you imagine, and you need to rest afterwards.”

He had been right about the pain from the piercing. Not so much the nipples, although that part did hurt, it wasn’t horrible. But piercing her clit was a different matter. He had used ice to numb it so the actual piercing itself wasn’t unbearable. But the pain afterwards was excruciating. She tried to pretend that it wasn’t, but he saw through that.

“Emily,” he said, calling her by name to indicate that the session was over, “there’s no shame in admitting you are experiencing pain that is not pleasurable. All I wanted from this session was to pierce your most intimate parts to remind you that they belong to me.”

She nodded and was confused, but pleasantly surprised, when he laid down on the bed and held her, spooning her gently. She decided to allow herself the comfort he was offering. It had been a long time since anyone had held her like this.

He stayed with her until she fell asleep. Then he went into her bathroom and looked at the pictures he has taken of her with his jewelry signifying his ownership. He took out his cock and stroked himself until he shot his load into her sink. Then he washed his cock, and the sink, before leaving her. He took one last look at her before he left. He’d gotten lucky this time. She would belong to him for a very long time, indeed.

Each time they were together, Alexander convinced his slut to beg him to do things that sent hot desire coursing through his veins. She pleaded with him to flog her, whip her, and cane her; she beseeched him hook electrodes up to the rings through her nipples and clit, and use electro stimulation to tease and torture her body. She even implored him to use a variety of oversized dildos to fuck her sweet, slutty pussy. She was a frat boy’s wet dream; the perfect slut!

Usually after he gave her the pain she begged for, he would fuck her throat or, occasionally, her ass. Sometimes, he would stroke himself, replaying the way he had used her in his mind, and cum on her face or tits. But, occasionally, he couldn’t control his urge to fuck her cunt hard and cum inside her. It was then he could pretend he was fucking Serena like that and it made his orgasm incredibly intense. He tried hard to not give in to that temptation, but sometimes resistance was futile.

After reminiscing about their earlier sessions, Emmy wondered what he had in store for her tonight. He had been heavily into role playing recently and taking her out into public. She enjoyed these times and had grown accustomed being called Emily. She wore the necklace he had given her, his discreet collar, always. She wore jeweled rings in her nipples and her clit and a glittery rose in her navel, as he eventually pierced that as well. But to the outward observer, she looked very conservative. She had done her hair up in a French twist, adding a touch of elegance to her look and showing off the diamond studs he had surprised her with on her birthday. She opened the door when he arrived and stepped back to be inspected, as was typical when they were going out. He lifted her skirt and was delighted to see no panties; just laced-topped thigh-high stockings. He liked the look and he had compromised with her when she said she didn’t care for wearing garters.

“Open your blouse slut. Let me see those gorgeous tits,” he demanded.

She obeyed his command and was rewarded with a flick of his finger on each nipple. “These rings look fucking hot, my slut!” he said seductively. “You are so fucking hot!”

“Thank you, my Lord,” she said demurely.

“Button up, my slut. We are going out to dinner with another couple. You are my wife tonight. He took a ring box out of his pocket and slid the delicate gold band on her ring finger. “This is yours to keep. It’s the same infinity symbol as your collar. It means you belong to me. You don’t speak of others ever, Emily, so I am assuming you have no other man in your life,” he said.

She looked at him incredulously. How the hell would she hide the marks he gifted her with each time they were together from another man? “No, Sir. There is no one besides you.”

“Then consider this ring to symbolize that you are now exclusively mine. No other man will touch you without my permission. You belong to me Emily as much as a wife belongs to a husband. When we go out now you may think of me as your husband. However, do remember, Emily, I am your Master; your Lord and owner. You do not have the rights and privileges of a wife. You are my property. Do you understand?” he asked brusquely

“Yes, Sir,” she replied. She wondered why, after six months of belonging to Alexander, she was still surprised that he could fuck with her emotions so easily. He seemed to thrive on making her feel special, and then knocking her down to remind her of her place. Yes, her body enjoyed being his property, but deep down in her soul, she felt worthless at times. She knew she could walk away at any time; she had made sure the contract she signed had a bail out clause. But, at this point, she wasn’t certain she could go back to being just Emmy.

“Let’s go,” Alexander said. “Tonight, we will have a lovely dinner. You will engage in intelligent conversation. You will defer to me any questions about our relationship. And, after dinner, you will seduce the couple into wanting to have sex with you. Afterwards, we will go to my apartment and I will watch as they use you. Do you want this Emily?”

“Oh, yes please!” she exclaimed, excited for this adventure.

He slapped her face, berating her, “How are you supposed to ask, you filthy slut?”

“Sir, I would beg you to let me seduce this couple and then let them use me anyway they choose to please you, my Lord,” she said, her eyes filling with hot, stinging tears.

He hadn’t meant to slap her. He rarely did so. But he was nervous.

This couple they would be entertaining tonight were very important people. The husband owned a very exclusive sex club and Alexander wanted very much to be accepted as a member. This evening was part of the application process. He should just tell her that part, but he didn’t want her thinking he wanted to belong to the sex club to be with other women. He had no need of that. His wife provided love and lovemaking and his slut provided, well, everything else he needed. She never said no, she never denied him anything he wanted, and she begged for it all. He recalled just last month when she begged him for needle play. The image of her tits completely covered in tiny needles was so erotic. He wondered if there was anything that she wouldn’t do for him.

He wouldn’t admit to her that wanted to belong to the club so that other men could fuck her there. Then he could stop fucking her, but she wouldn’t have to be without the pleasure of a cock inside her pussy. He needed, for his own conscience, to stop fucking Emily. His dick was supposed to be for his wife, Serena, only. After the first time he had experienced that particular pleasure with Emily, he vowed never to repeat it. But there were times he sensed that she needed to be fucked, and it was difficult to deny her. That’s when he got the idea to join the exclusive sex club. There he could play with her in a private room for his pleasure, and then send her into the group room for hers. He knew she enjoyed intercourse. She tried to pretend she didn’t need it, but her body language gave her away.

So, if he was going to demand that she be his exclusively, he felt it was only fair to provide an outlet for that need that didn’t include his cock. He never felt guilty when he did other things with his slut. But he was starting to imagine fucking Emily while his dick was in Serena, and that caused him great consternation.

Sweet, innocent, beautiful, and pure Serena; his wife, his lover, his Madonna. She deserved to have his cock be exclusively hers.

“I’m sorry I slapped you Emily. I’m nervous,” he admitted. “These are very important people and we need to impress them ok? They believe you are my wife and I need you to be convincing.”

“Yes, Sir.” She tried not to be annoyed at his insinuation that she couldn’t pull this off.

“Please remember, tonight at dinner you must call me Alexander. When we leave the restaurant, you may refer to me again as Sir, but preferably as my Lord or my Master if you can remember to do so.”

She was offended, “I’m not a dolt, Alexander, I can remember to call you my Lord. I’m not new at this.”

He was off his game and he couldn’t afford to be. He needed to convince these people that Emily was his wife. This club only allowed married couples. Before he opened the door, he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She was taken aback by this sensual act but found it quite lovely. He had never kissed her like this; it was intoxicating.

“Come, wife,” he said, “let’s go put on a show.”

They arrived first and took their seats at the table reserved for four.

“Alexander, what can you tell me about this couple so that I can feel a little more at ease trying to be involved in the conversation?” she asked.

“Well I’ve only met, John, the husband. He’s tall like me, but he has longer hair and sports a constant five o’clock shadow. He’s the owner of an exclusive sex club that I’m interested in having us join,” he admitted. “He’s handsome, Emily. I don’t think you will find it a hardship to have sex with him.”

She smiled demurely but sensed there was more he wasn’t saying.

“I’ve never met his wife, Samantha,” he continued, “but he described her as blonde with blue eyes and perky tits. He says she’s a knockout so, I imagine she will be fun for you as well.”

He lifted her chin gently and looked into her eyes. “Emily, I want this for both of us. I can’t keep fucking you, you know, that right?” he asked sincerely.

“I understand why, Alexander, even if I don’t like it. But, I’m willing to try anything for you, you know that,” she replied.

He grinned.

“What are you grinning at?” she inquired.

“I’m just thinking about how lucky I was that your idiot boyfriend didn’t realize what a treasure he had with you. I enjoy you sexually very much, but seeing you out like this tonight, looking beautiful, well, you would have made him a great wife,” he said earnestly.

Hearing his words confused her; he didn’t compliment her like this very often.

“May I speak freely Alexander?” she asked timidly.

“Yes, of course.”

“If you weren’t already married to, well already married, would you even consider being in a real relationship with me?” she asked him, her heart pounding.

He smiled, “Emily for the last three months of our six months together, I’ve taken you out to dinner and to plays and dancing. And now I’ve given you a ring. I’d say we are having a relationship whether I wanted to or not.”

She smiled. He had never been this open with her. She decided she should cherish the moment, before he found a way to denigrate her.

“But please, don’t misunderstand. I love my wife and I will never leave her. She is everything that is pure, light, and wholesome,” he added.

“Yes, I know, you tell me constantly,” she said sardonically, knowing that the moment was gone.

“Emily,” he said. But she wouldn’t look at him.

“Emmy, please look at me.”

His use of her given name shocked her into giving him the eye contact he desired.

“A man chooses a woman like Serena to warm his bed, to bear and raise his children, and to adorn his arm for others to see. A man chooses a woman like you because you would do anything to please him. Even if it means denying yourself a happily ever after. I know that what I ask of you is more than you should give me. That’s another reason I want us to be members of this exclusive sex club. You can openly be my wife there and my whore. Do you understand what I’m trying to give you?” Alexander asked.

“Yes, and I am grateful. Alexander? Do you love me?” she asked, knowing this was dangerous territory she was entering.

“No,” he lied. “I’m sorry, Emily, but that emotion is reserved for Serena as well. Please don’t ask me to love you. I can’t. But I can try to make you happy.”

“Of course,” she said, quickly brushing away the tears that threatened to fall.

John arrived alone. He greeted them and said, “I’m sorry, my wife Samantha is out in the lobby finishing up a call. She’ll be in shortly. You must be the lovely Emily. Alexander has told me so much about you. But I can see he failed to fully describe how beautiful you are my dear.”

As John was kissing Emmy’s hand, Samantha arrived at the table. She was, indeed, stunning. John stood to pull out her chair for her while Alexander stood out of courtesy and turned to greet her.

Suddenly Alexander looked as though he had become quite ill.

Samantha looked panic-stricken. “Alexander?” she asked incredulously.

He’d said he’d never met her before, but imagine everyone’s surprise when Alexander asked, “Serena, what the fuck are you doing here?”